“Oh, you’re horrid.... Why shouldn’t you—?”
“Yes?”
“Why shouldn’t you be happy too?”
“I am quite happy,” Katharine replied.
“I mean as I am. Katharine,” she said impulsively, “do let’s be married on the same day.”
“To the same man?”
“Oh, no, no. But why shouldn’t you marry—some one else?”
“Here’s your Macaulay,” said Katharine, turning round with the book in her hand. “I should say you’d better begin to read at once if you mean to be educated by tea-time.”
“Damn Lord Macaulay!” cried Cassandra, slapping the book upon the table. “Would you rather not talk?”
“We’ve talked enough already,” Katharine replied evasively.